In a village surrounded by a forest so thick that the sunlight barely touched the ground, lived a girl whose kindness was known to all the inhabitants of the region. Her most prized possession was a velvet cloak of a red as intense as poppies in summer, a gift from her grandmother that the little girl wore with pride in every season. For this reason, the name by which she was known in the valleys and paths was none other than Little Red Riding Hood.
